Poetry of the Southern Angel

For a moment I touched Heaven
Felt the breath Of an Angel,
Held the hand of the Light.
But for a moment

Heaven was in my reach.
Then the moment was gone

Now I ache for the touch
Of the Angel who held me close.
Dream of the voice
So sweet in my ears
And long for the love
That touched my soul
As only an Angel can.

Love whispers softly

Hatred screams aloud

The screams are heard clearly

By one and all

But the whispers echo longer

Love need not be loud

A lasting love is quiet

Unassuming and strong

Hatred lives a short life

Once spoken it disperses

Like the clouds on a heavy wind

While a love once shared

Is shared many times over

Like the echoes on the canyon walls.

Creeping silently upon paws of velvet

It comes

Owner of the night

Seeing all, witnessing nothing

Covering the tracks of those that were

Holding back the moonlight

With a gentle strength

Muffling the cries of broken hearts

Playing in the nightmares

Of the timid

Creeping silently on velvet paws

It comes.

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Last revised: May 23, 1998.